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be my escape- relient k
I’ve given up on giving up slowly, I’m blending in so
You won’t even know me apart from this whole world that shares my fate
This one last bullet you mention is my one last shot at redemption
because I know to live you must give your life away
And I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I gotta get outta here
I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.
I’m giving up on doing this alone now
Cause I’ve failed and I’m ready to be shown how
He’s told me the way and I’m trying to get there
And this life sentence that I’m serving
I admit that I’m every bit deserving
But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair
Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I gotta get outta here
Cause I’m afraid that this complacency is something I can’t shake
I gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.
I am a hostage to my own humanity
Self detained and forced to live in this mess I’ve made
And all I’m asking is for You to do what You can with me
But I can’t ask You to give what You already gave
Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I’ve gotta get outta here
I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I’ve gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging
You to be my escape.
I fought You for so long
I should have let You in
Oh how we regret those things we do
And all I was trying to do was save my own skin
But so were You
So were You
Sunday, March 21, 2004
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funny how other people seem to articulate what you really want to say. and how the most unexpected of people turn out to be the one who comforts you the most. frigging hell. i'm sick, and it sucks to be sick. sigh. how do you put into words all these feelings all churned up inside of you? i can't, i just don't know how to.
i'll be the first to admit that i'm not a devout christian, hell i don't even know if i would qualify as one. even if i did, i'll probably not be the wholesome image of the perfect christian. i'm not one who can take things as they are, and i honestly can't accept everything that the bible says as it is written. doesn't mean i don't believe in Him, i mean, it gives me as much comfort as the next christian to pray and to confide in Him every night. but there are just some stuff in the bible that i can't take it as it goes. i mean, what exactly does being a christian mean?
christianity does not discrimate. christians come from all walks of life. the rich, the poor, the healthy, the sick. the chinese, the african-americans, the latinos, the french, the spainish. pastors and ministers preach in all languages.
their ultimate aim? to spread the word of the bible. of God.
the truth is, i am a sinner. (we all are) from the presidents of the worlds to the 5-year old kids. i think, with the exceptions of babies, everyone out there has done something that we're not proud of. i have. it's just that our sins differ. some lie, some commit adultery, some steal, some rob and some commit murder. and often, 9 times out of 10, we do know what we're doing, yet we still do it anyway. sometimes we're forced by circumstances, and sometimes we just do it.
doesn't just apply to christainity, i guess ultimately the aim of all religions is to get people to do good things, to lead lives that we can be proud of. but some things, i just don't think they're wrong? i don't know.
everyone who knows me probably knows where i'm getting at. blame it on being a teenager, or blame it on being me, but i just don't see the logic behind some stuff in the bible. people say not to question God's words, but i don't know. i just can't help it?
i'm a sinner. so God, wherever you are, silence my doubts.
but i doubt it, i'm fucking stubborn.
don't tell me how life is, cus i don't really wanna know.
don't tell me how this game ends, cause we'll just see how it goes.
i'm going down in flames.